Bee Humming

I sit under the canopy of a well-dressed tree.
my skin finds peace in its shade
A choir of bees hum hymns, I do not know words
But I agree,
I know their song is true
I suppose the truth is felt, is known, seldom understood
the wind lightly conducting this praise
if I forget what needs to be forgotten
then without noticing I hum.

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